So I’m poor. Being poor means that sometimes you have roommates. Now ideally these roommates would pay you money, buy their own groceries, clean up after themselves, perhaps split the utilities. Or you could go the route I take and bring in homeless people. The ones who have no job. If they have a job they are up to their eyeballs in debt, maybe have a gambling addiction or like to cook meth in the bathtub. So far I have housed people of all those scenarios. My new favorite is what I like to call the Mexican stand off. My current roommate has a 7yr old. I watch him when she is making money or is trying to have a social life. She is a single mom recently separated, doesn’t have two dimes to rub together, no car, and a crippling social anxiety. She has a boyfriend. I have an odd rash, made more odd by my extreme lack of a sex life. The Mexican Standoff comes when I am charge of said child. He hates me. When I ask him questions he just stares at me. If I force him i...